flying high...

after a rubbish morning....

Got up early for a Saturday as I was meant to b meeting a friend for coffee while both husbands took the youngsters toddling. all went well until we were leaving and I was feeling v breathless.

I have an inhaler as a precaution, just to puff on if I really need it but always have it in my bag. Today I knew it wasn't in my bag but couldn't find it anywhere. It is the worst I have felt breathing wise since I was diagnosed in my teens. Legs went, got very dizzy and couldn't sort it. Had a moment of clarity, rang the local chemists (as it was Saturday and couldn't got to my Dr) said yes I could have one off prescription, get mum to take me in, stand in first queue, then the next, get to see someone obviously distressed, unable to catch my breath properly to even explain. They then tell me as the last puffer I was given was 2009 (as mentioned v rarely use it) can't give me new one and just send me away to the local hospital.

Can't get hold of Mum or Stuart, now in tears, can't breathe and panicing a tad, complete cycle and off we go again.

Get Stuart and Mum finally, Mum picks us all up and we have lovely family trip to the hospital. Get there and get told we should have phoned another number which I then have to phone and pass on a code. Remarkably short wait to see the Dr and get 2 prescriptions and then back to town for S to get them filled for me.

Obviously no coffee meet and now got to get my head together for 40th do tonight :-).

At least I can breathe easy now :-) and found old inhaler in a box of Alfies toys so at least have a spare now!!!